Contentions Fierce, Ardent, And Dire, Spring From

Affection Can Withstand Very Severe Storms Of Vigor, But Not A Long Polar Frost Of Indifference.

Look At A Gown Of Gold, And You Will At Least Get A Sleeve Of It.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

Methinks I Will Not Die Quite Happy Without Having Seen Something Of That Rome Of Which I Have Read So Much.

But Woe Awaits A Country When She Sees The Tears Of Bearded Men.